Out of an abundance of caution, Roger ordered his men to halt their advance, and they took up camp in an old fort on an ancient headland, which made the most of the surrounding terrain so that there was no need to dig a trench that was too long, but with age, the main body of the building had long since decayed, and only the outline of the base remained, and no one knew whether it was the remains of the ancient Britons or other peoples. The Norman army was located southeast of Tavistock and west to Plymouth, where the Irish are said to have had an army to protect the ships.

Roger set out with ten knights and arrived at an abandoned mill near the port, the ruins of what had been a country manor, from which Roger and the Breton knights could see the coast, a whole fleet anchored on the shore under the blue sky, and a small camp just in the middle, alert for any approaching threat. Seeing that there was no chance to take advantage of this, Roger led his knights to prepare to return, when suddenly, from below the slope came a loud shout, and a Breton ran up and shouted, "We have been discovered!" ”

This became hasty, everyone turned on their horses, and saw that several Gaelic sentries on ponies on the opposite side were desperately rushing back, Roger immediately made a decision and ordered everyone to retreat from the way they came. The Cornish wilderness looked as beautiful as a garden after the new rains, but the knights rode their horses to their deaths in such a beautiful landscape, and soon the shadows of dozens of Gaelic riders appeared behind them, and the Bretons did not intend to waste time in killing these daring enemies, and continued to speed eastward, and the Irish gave up the race against the enemy after a while, and returned after the mounts began to sweat and pant for breath.

Arriving at the headland barracks at about dusk, Roger dismounted his horse and began to give orders, and hundreds of England nervously prepared for battle. Roger thought to himself, the Irish were two or three times the strength of the Norman army, and they were the newly victorious division, and once they learned of their arrival, they would definitely take the initiative to come to the battle, seeking to annihilate the largest field force in the southwestern counties. If the Normans continued to penetrate deeper, they would not be able to capture the port of Plymouth and destroy the enemy's main force, so it would be better to wait here.

Two days later, the Irish army finally arrived, and nearly 3,000 Danish-Gaelic warriors marched under the command of Harold's sons, until the Gaelic cavalry at the outpost discovered the Norman stronghold. The blood-boiling riders, holding their javelins and shields aloft, rushed up the headland with a shriek, and then stopped beyond the range of their bows and arrows to challenge loudly, their horses with long manes and grayish-yellow beaks, and the first rider wore a boar-shaped high-ridged helmet, with a jeweled robe and braided golden strings hanging from each other, as if shouting something, but it was unrecognizable in the wind, and dissipated in front of the Norman army.

However, the warrior did not seem to retreat, and actually gave up his horse and rode forward, and went to the place where he shot, and continued to shout loudly. Seeing that the Englishman behind him was becoming a little frightened, the Vivalen knight beside Roger rushed out of the barrier and struck the shield with his long sword in an attempt to attract the attention of the Irish warrior. The tall Irishman did not care at first and continued to ride his horse, but Vivalen continued to provoke with his shield, so the Irishman shouted a few words to the other riders, and then strode forward, throwing his javelin like a shuttle, Vivalen narrowly avoided it, but felt the attack of the opponent. The Irishman threw another javelin, but he dodged it, so the Gaelic warrior dismounted from his horse, slapped the horse's rump again, and drove it back into his own line. The Irishman's shield was still hanging from his saddle, so he drew from his waist two swords, long and short, the short sword was decorated with bronze and shone like gold.

The Breton knight held his kite-shaped shield tightly and stared at the enemy in front of him, recalling the two javelins just now, and seeing the long sword in the opponent's left hand, he secretly thought: It turns out that this man is a left-hander. Before he could think about it, the Irishman rushed forward, the head of the short sword in his right hand smashed into Vivalen's shield, and with a strong force, Vivalen's shield was knocked to the side, almost out of his hand, at this time the Irishman's left arm was raised high, and he slashed vertically at Vivalen's swordsman, like thunder and lightning, and his left arm was subconsciously blocked vertically by the Breton knight who was shocked to a crisp crisp, only to see the silver light flashing on the enemy's left wrist, and a strong force pressed from the sword body. Vivalen bent his shins slightly, but he was not forced back by the onslaught, he regained his grip on his shield, sideways to protect the front, and parried with the sword in his right hand. The Irishman seemed impatient, stopped his onslaught, stepped back slightly, and then began to detour to the left side of the Brittany, and after seeing that the other had been turning sideways against him with his shield, the Gaelic warrior suddenly threw out his short sword in his right hand, picked up the javelin on the ground, and while Vivalen was dodging, he flew again, and with a bang, knocked off a piece of iron from Vivalen's painted helmet. Vivalen felt the stars in his eyes, and the shield was unconsciously exposed, and was immediately deceived by the Irish, and the opponent's left long sword stabbed him in the chest, but because the tip of the sword was rounded, it failed to pierce the chain mail, but Vivalen was hit hard, as if he was a blow to the chest.

Seeing that the Bretons were wounded, Roger immediately released a warhorse, and Vivalen was retreating in the direction of the ramparts, dodging the enemy's attack, and when he saw the horses running at his side, he knelt down on his knees, and without thinking, he hugged his horse, and under the gaze of the Irish, the horse turned back. The Irish warrior was stunned for a moment, then retreated back to his own array and shouted taunts into the castle.

By this time, the Godwin and Edmund brothers had completed the siege and sent their cavalry to call the outpost back. Roger's face turned pale, but he didn't say a word to the injured Vivalendo, just observed the demeanor of his own soldiers, and secretly thought: This time to frustrate the military might, if you blindly defend, I am afraid that these foot riders in front of you will not be strong-willed, and when the time comes, they will collapse, and they will be lambs to the slaughter.

In the Irish army, seeing that the enemy could not retreat, Edmund said to his brother: "I think this terrain is not easy to fight, why don't you surround it for a few days?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the Danes on the side chimed in loudly, and Godwin, who had not made up his mind in the first place, also pushed the boat with the water, and ordered the soldiers from Meth to build a camp and prepare for the siege. Soon, the relapsed Danes scattered to the wilderness and began to plunder the nearby villages, and the warriors even ransacked a nearby monastery, hoisted a bedridden abbot from a tree, and then carried the booty away.